The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Arise, arise! ye subterranean winds,
More to disturb their guilty minds:
And all ye filthy damps and vapours rise,
Which use to infect the earth, and trouble all the skies;
Rise you, from whom devouring plagues have birth:
You, that in the vast and hollow womb of earth
Engender earthquakes, make whole countries shake,
And stately cities into deserts turn;
And you, who feed the flames by which earth's entrails burn.
Ye raging winds, whose rapid force can make
All but the fixed and solid centre shake,
Come drive these wretches to that part of the isle,
Where nature never yet did smile:
Cause fogs and storms, whirlwinds, and earthquakes there:
There let them howl and languish in despair.
Rise and obey the powerful prince of the air._
[Two Winds rise, ten more enter and dance. At the end of
the dance, three Winds sink, the rest drive ALONZO,
ANTONIO and GONZALO off.
ACT III.
SCENE I.--_A Wild Island._
_Enter_ FERDINAND, ARIEL, _and_ MILCHA _invisible_.
Ariel. _Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands,
Curtsied when you have, and kissed;
And wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there,
And sweet sprites the burthen bear.
Hark! hark!
Bow waugh, the watch-dogs bark.
Bow waugh. Hark! hark! I hear
The strain of strutting Chanticleer,
Cry, Cock a doodle do._
_Ferd._ Where should this music be? in the air, or earth?
It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon
Some God in the island: Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the duke my father's wreck,
This music hovered on the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With charming airs. Thence I have followed it,
(Or it has drawn me rather) but 'tis gone:
No, it begins again.
MILCHA SINGS.
_Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones is coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him, that does fade,
But does suffer a sea change,
Into something rich and strange:
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell;
Hark! now I hear them, ding dong bell._
_Ferd._ This mournful ditty mentions my drowned father.
This is no mortal business, nor a sound
Which the earth owns----I hear it now before me;
However, I will on, and follow it.
[_Exit_ FERD. _following_ ARIEL.
SCENE II.--_The Cypress Trees and Cave._
_Enter_ PROSPERO _and_ MIRANDA.
_Prosp._ Excuse it not, Miranda, for to you
(The elder, and, I thought, the more discreet,)
I gave the conduct of your sister's actions.
_Mir._ Sir, when you called me thence, I did not fail
To mind her of her duty to depart.
_Prosp._ How can I think you did remember hers,
When you forgot your own? did you not see
The man, whom I commanded you to shun?
_Mir._ I must confess I saw him at a distance.
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